Clarity in Glass

Dreams of you awaken as
the rain patterns alternate
light and heavy rythms
against the surface outside.
Moving through the near
pitch-black of this room
I hear it closer now,
more demanding at
windows still blanketed
away for winter storms.
Hear the rain and wonder
the whys, the reason,
cause and effect,
the purpose unclear
if only for a moment.
Listening, and grateful
for the pleasant coolness
of insulated glass,
the truest conductor
against doubt, at least
for tonight.